Long Come over Poems

One week passed before Polly
Called. Molly and Dolly agreed 
To change the meeting 
Location. "We'll meet at the 
Small Park near by where we 
Used to live."  Dolly called 
Her mother and told 
Her...

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Merciles Beaute ("Merciless Beauty")
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your eyes slay me suddenly;
their beauty I cannot sustain,
they wound me so, through my heart keen.

Unless your words heal me hastily,
my heart's wound will remain...

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Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets
Lit with dim lights that dreary November night 
With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners
Cold wind dancing with dirty wet leaves fallen 
In the water pools in the middle...

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Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel...

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,Once upon a time, there was a castle made of pure ivory. Pillars pale and barren holding a surface of grace and elegance. This castle was the home of a mighty unicorn named Stardust. She...

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We are human being with a soul
We were taken from the North and South Pole
And left in a basket at the flagpole
If all the relics in history were unfold
You would discover that the real threshold
Is...

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This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live....

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I didn't know if I was blessing blessed being lesser or cursed, (Yes I did)
Or was I overwhelmed in my mess or ( I was being elated)
With the power of the Father
I was being overjoyed...

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Story Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman

Somewhere deep into the night, a unicorn decided she wanted to give up her wings. Her family was so distraught and they begged her nicely, “Oh Rainy don’t give up your...

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Waiting Before the Throne of God

The year was, 1972 and at 2:11 a.m. that Jessie Wayne Martin was
born into this world.  He was born to Matthew and Kathy Martin and 
would become the baby...

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I arose a proud African lineage from far Mid Northern, Southern, Western;
                      Stolen, Trick,...

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NO THROWING OF STONES:

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 

Chorus: 
Ain' t throw stones when you self a fouler, 
Words you say could later come haunting you, 
So think twice Mr. Traitor. 
That's a whisperer's comments, yet...

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Date:  May  2051

10 am Damian invited every family 
To the end of May celebration and
Family festivities. On skype with 
Father Hakim he recommended 
"Hey Dad you and
Ma bring something if you can? Food
Or...

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Opening the window for a breeze… Dogs are barking!  My mind is only on me.  Relaxing…  As my story of the day unfolds, someone knocks.  Startling me, I hurry to the...

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My 4 year old was addicted to Band-aids
Every part of his body needed a Band-aid.

'mama mama momy mom mom mama'

"WHAT!!!!!!"

'I have an owie
come see mama'

"Julian, love
mama doesn't have time to look today
I'm getting ready for...

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The Sun had risen to greet the day
    and marveled at such a range of wondrous things.
Where below the warmth it brought to bare
    was causing a Thrasher's heart...

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I’ve been patiently lying on the side of my bed…
Soaking in past dread – all the words that you’ve said
Those words should’ve been left unsaid…
Somehow, I need to learn to let go 

I need to...

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I Am The Final Word And The First Word


I’m having another one of those night sweats again. 
I am on my back here as naked as David, 
On this slip-covered sofa of mine, 
Counting the...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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The why of who I am would take a book
to give full explanation, but right here
I’ll spell it out – though I cannot be brief,
for many things have formed the who I am.

My mother was...

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Okay I am going to write another funny poem
then I will call it a night
Bed time
Is there sofa time
Recliner time?
Why?
I am in them more than I am in bed
Do you like twins?
I just love twins
Especially...

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WITHIN THE BRIGHTEST NIGHT (Part 11)

He placed the flower back in the middle of the floor. He walked back over to the door. There was a handle on the other side.
I'll open it.

He lifted the...

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WITHIN THE BRIGHTEST NIGHT (Part 11)

He placed the flower back in the middle of the floor. He walked back over to the door. There was a handle on the other side.
I'll open it.

He lifted the...

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There is a poem I wrote several years ago that several people have written me saying how it helped them decide not to take their own life. Several people have asked me "How can you...

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